Naala was enjoying her time, she usually didn’t tread down the path of dating or relationships. She had one relationship who broke her to pieces in every sense. She shivered as she remembered James, wondering how she ever got out of that situation. She knew how but it was still hard to imagine and that he’d never be bothering her again now that he was locked up for 30+ years. Naala’s attention redirected to Adam as he talked about calling her something else. “Yes, I’d like to be called Supreme Overlord, so you should address me as such.” She let out a brief fit of laughter thinking she was funny. Naala tried to see the best in every situation, even some of the darker ones she had experienced. Life was not easy so she always tried to find a bit of sunshine where she could. “I’m kidding, you can call me whatever.” She blushed.
Naala flushed as she realized talking about surgeries over dinner was probably not something most people wanted to hear about. She would be able to eat just fine even though her mind flashed back to some of the more gruesome things she had seen. “I’m sorry, it’s not a dinner conversation so I probably shouldn’t have so openly discussed it,” she chuckled nervously. The subject turned to the marinara and the ranch dressing, Naala smirked as he called her out. “Believe it or not, I hate it. I also hate pizza and chocolate while we’re going on about the weird things I don’t like.” She laughed a bit, she was often roasted for her hatred of pizza but she always just said ‘to each their own.’ Naala was really enjoying his company, she could feel something there but with her history it made her nervous to pursue anything.
“I do love the 80’s and I’ll have to listen to them. The Scorpions and Kansas are probably my favorites.” Naala said nonchalantly. “We will have to have a movie and jam night! Watch movies and listen to the good ol 80’s.” She smiled though she was probably getting ahead of herself. He could not want to see her again. As the food arrive the aroma was intoxicating as she watched the waiter place it down carefully. “Wow this looks amazing,” she said as she picked up her fork to pick at her salad.
Naala flushed as she realized talking about surgeries over dinner was probably not something most people wanted to hear about. She would be able to eat just fine even though her mind flashed back to some of the more gruesome things she had seen. “I’m sorry, it’s not a dinner conversation so I probably shouldn’t have so openly discussed it,” she chuckled nervously. The subject turned to the marinara and the ranch dressing, Naala smirked as he called her out. “Believe it or not, I hate it. I also hate pizza and chocolate while we’re going on about the weird things I don’t like.” She laughed a bit, she was often roasted for her hatred of pizza but she always just said ‘to each their own.’ Naala was really enjoying his company, she could feel something there but with her history it made her nervous to pursue anything.
“I do love the 80’s and I’ll have to listen to them. The Scorpions and Kansas are probably my favorites.” Naala said nonchalantly. “We will have to have a movie and jam night! Watch movies and listen to the good ol 80’s.” She smiled though she was probably getting ahead of herself. He could not want to see her again. As the food arrive the aroma was intoxicating as she watched the waiter place it down carefully. “Wow this looks amazing,” she said as she picked up her fork to pick at her salad.